The ballad about love and tenderness of insects
Five little creatures are crawling around.
My skin is pale and creatures are brown.
They are on my face, and go to my nostrils,
Blocking the airways making it harder to breath.
I am weak,
Motionless,
I do not speak,
Careless.
Let the cockroaches fuck the bitches
Cockroaches fuck the bitches.
Cockroaches fuck the bitches.
Five little creatures used to scare me a lot.
I have changed and now I'm nothing but glad.
They found a beautiful world,
The place where it is warm and moist.
And I will protect their nests from external noise.
I am weak,
Motionless,
I do not speak,
Careless.
Let the cockroaches fuck the bitches
Cockroaches fuck the bitches.
Cockroaches fuck the bitches.
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Елена Липаткина 11.04.2011 14:20 Заявить о нарушении
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